post from the past II: Feb 03, 2007

The Constipated Thought

There lies a certain thought in my mind, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't manage to piece it out. The more I think about it, the more amazed I am, the more amazed I am, the more I think about it... it's a foul cycle; it's a mental constipation.

I first had this thought about a year ago. If I recall correctly, and I'm pretty sure I am doing just that, I was cross-legged on MCA's soccerfield, on a Saturday night, along with a whole bunch of other Jesus-loving sorts. I was just sitting there, minding my own prayerful business, "chilling," so to speak... then all of the sudden the thought slapped me across the face.

I was like... whoa.

In that instance my mind became constipated. I was mesmerized. I couldn't force the thought of my mind. It's a simple thought, really, not the sort that you'd expect a highschooler to make. Well, simple or complicated, it did me some mean magic. Anyway, so here's the thought...

God made grass.

Then, immediately afterwards, with quite a bit more than a jolt of enthusiasm, I said to my neighbouring folks, "Yo dude, did you know... God made grass!"

The thought captured my mind and made me alive. I boasted, "Hey, not even the smartest scientists could make grass!" I continued with even more robust enthusiasm, "I'm serious. Einstein couldn't have made grass if he wanted to!"

So. Just two, three hours ago I was at CCF's Praise and Prayer. Again, I was just minding my own business, then without fair warning the thought forced itself on me (as it did a year ago). So here I am again, constipated...constipated by the thought of a God who is capable of making grass.

My God can make grass. Can yours?

*I guess in a way you can say I am high on grass... but in no ways do I refer to the sort of grass that's smoked in. My grass is legal and far more cost-effective.